Against The Eternity Chapter 62: [61] Chapter - 37: Slaughtering Of Hunters

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[61] Chapter - 37: Slaughtering Of Hunters The master warrior’s corpse struck the surface of the lake with a dull, hollow splash, sending ripples across water that had been pristine only moments earlier. Immediately, the clear water began to distort as blood seeped outward from the lifeless body, curling and spreading like dark ink until the lake itself seemed to recoil under the contamination. Eklavya stood above the water, his boots barely disturbing the surface, as if the lake itself feared to resist him. His gaze lingered on the drifting corpse with neither satisfaction nor regret—only a cold acknowledgment of inevitability. “So this is all they sent,” he said at last, his voice carrying effortlessly across the area, low and sharp, stripped of any warmth. “A handful of master warriors and trembling practitioners to hunt me down. It seems your sect has grown careless… or perhaps they have simply forgotten.” His eyes narrowed slightly behind the mask as thunder rolled faintly in the distance. “Have they truly forgotten how many of their grandmasters have already fallen by my hands?” It was not entirely a lie, nor was it wholly the truth. Eklavya was fully aware that the disciples before him did not know the full story—that rumors had twisted events into something simpler, and far more terrifying, than reality. Some of those grandmasters had not fallen by his hand in direct combat. Others had met their end through Anshvi’s overwhelming power on that chaotic day. Yet to the outer world, such distinctions did not matter. To these disciples, to the sects whispering his name in fear, there existed only one truth—that Eklavya was not human, but a demon in disguise. He understood that perception well. And he allowed it to exist, because fear, when properly cultivated, was often more effective than strength alone. From among the remaining disciples, one figure stepped forward. His posture was tense yet defiant, spiritual ki flaring faintly as he struggled to steady his breathing. He was clearly the strongest among them—a four-star master warrior whose cultivation placed him far above the others. Yet even he could not fully suppress the unease flickering in his eyes as he stared at the lake stained red. “You speak boldly for someone who relies on deception,” the man said, forcing scorn into his voice. “Those grandmasters you boast about—you must have killed them through tricks, ambushes, or borrowed strength. Otherwise, you would not be standing here.” As if in response to his words, thunder cracked sharply overhead. The sound reverberated through the valley as the temperature dropped noticeably, and a cold wind swept across the lake, rippling the bloodied surface. Eklavya exhaled slowly. He rolled his neck from side to side, the faint sound of bones cracking echoing beneath his mask as he loosened the tension built up through an entire night of relentless pursuit and slaughter. Exhaustion weighed heavily on his limbs, his spiritual core burning dully from overuse. Yet his stance did not falter. “If that is what you believe,” he replied calmly, lifting his gaze to meet the man, “then come forward and see for yourself.” The moment the words left his mouth, the remaining master warriors moved as one. They launched themselves across the lake with explosive bursts of ki, swords drawn and auras flaring violently as they converged on him from multiple directions. Behind them, the practitioner warriors remained frozen in place. Their legs shook uncontrollably as they struggled even to stand upright, terror rooting them where they stood. Eklavya inhaled deeply, centering himself. He met the first attacker head-on, his sword colliding with that of a two-star master in a violent clash that sent shockwaves rippling across the water. With a swift twist of his wrist, he redirected the blade and drove his shoulder forward, forcing the man backward. He pivoted sharply and drove his fist into the abdomen of a one-star master charging from his flank.